The Rules of Magic

She’d denied who she was, and when that happens it’s easy enough to become something else entirely, most

“I love fairy tales,” Jet said dreamily. She felt like a water nymph when she floated in the lake, a pure elemental spirit.

Here was a repository of a woman’s knowledge, collected and passed on.

They could still find each other, no matter where they were, just as they had when they were children whose skills made it impossible to play hide-and-seek.

The kitchen was enormous, with an ancient pine table long enough to seat a dozen and a huge black stove, the sort that hadn’t been sold for decades.

amulets,

No one knew who had fathered her child or could fathom how she came to build such a fine house when she was a woman alone with no apparent means of support.

April had been to several private schools and each time had been asked to leave. She didn’t believe in authority and was a born radical.

“He’s not a familiar,” Franny said. “He’s a foundling.”